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Subject: {ASSM} Pussy Lunch {T Thumper} (MFF, voy, exhib, oral)
Date: Thu, 15 Aug 2002 07:10:08 -0400
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               Pussy Lunch
                by Tom Thumper


They finish their lunches and talk up a storm.  At least, the one
with her back to me is chattering on.  She has one of those
voices you can hear two city blocks away.  A big mouth, with
almost obscenely plump limps, her tube-top swelling up and down,
just holding her large knockers, as she goes on and on, about
some party last night.  I don't catch all the details.

It is her friend that catches my eye.  A slim little creature
with black hair pulled tightly back in ponytail, she seems
enthralled with what her friend is saying.  This gives me the
opportunity to really have a look at her.  She is wearing a sheer
purple tank top and a very short black mini-skirt with her legs
crossed.  I run my eyes up and down those sexy smooth, pale white
legs.  The skirt is so short.  My eyes keep returning to the dark
junction where her legs cross and the skirt begins.  Just a
little higher and what might I see?

Perhaps it is because I'm tired, but I have absolutely no self-
control.  I keep glancing back.  I'm lost in that shadow at the
valley of her legs and the edge of her skirt.  Thankfully, the
loud friend keeps on talking and talking.

A hot Latin type strolling by with a bare midriff and a sexy
sneer on her face distracts me momentarily.  When I glance back,
I get a wonderful surprise.  She has uncrossed her legs!  I
quickly glance up; she is still listening.  I look down.  I can
just see a patch of the lightest blue under her skirt.  Thrilled
at my illicit discovery, I glance around.  Everyone else is busy
with their lunches.

She gives a yawn, perhaps weary of her friend's yammer and then
raises her hands high over her head and stretches.  I can see the
tips of her small little tits under the fabric, but my eyes drop
back to her skirt.  It has shifted up!  She has her hand cupped
under her jaw watching her friend.  She doesn't realize.

The skirt is up so far I can see most of a triangle of what must
be, I gulp, a thong.  I can even see a little tuft of black pubic
hair sticking out from one side.  I lick my lips.  Bush!  The
girl doesn't even realize she is exposing herself to a complete
stranger.  A stranger who'd like nothing better than to bury his
head in her lap and--

Her hand drops onto her leg.  I quickly put my eyes back on my
plate.  She'll realize, yank down the skirt, and look around
embarrassed.  Shit!  All good things must come to an end.

After a count of ten I swing my eyes in their direction.  The
friend is still talking.  God doesn't she ever take a breath?
Little blue thong is still listening, her eyes forward.  No blush
on her cheeks.  I drop my eyes and smile broadly for a second
before quickly resuming a blank look.  Her skirt is still up, her
pussy still flashing its blue thong.  And what is more, her hand
is on her leg and as I watched she begins to stroke her leg!

Her friend is laughing now.  Big cackles.  She keeps her eyes on
her friend, but she doesn't laugh herself.  She just smiles.  Her
hand slips onto her inner thigh and continues stroking.  My mouth
hangs open, flitting between her panties and her face.  Her hand
moves further up and she sighs.  The friend keeps on talking,
oblivious.  Then her hand moves onto the blue thong, not stroking
now, doing little circles.  She shifts in her seat.  I shift in
my seat: my cock twists around in my jeans like an out of control
fire hose.

She has perfect control, above the table she is composed, an
interested look on her face, her fine eyebrows arched slightly, a
little smirk on her face.  But below she is doing faster and
faster circles on her panties.  Her legs move a little further
open, a little more closed with each revolution.  It is almost
imperceptible, except to me, my hand stroking my knee, breathing
heavily, and trying not to groan.  Her little hand moves so
quickly.  I'm sure I can see the outline of pussy lips.

But then she starts to slow.  Is she pressing deeper?  I can
still hear her friend's voice.  Blah, blah, blah...  I'm glad I
can't make out the words.  Slower and slower.  Has she climaxed?
It must have been so soft, or so controlled.  Her hand comes to a
rest and all but one finger curls into her palm.  The last finger
crooks and begins to motion, not on her pussy, but in the air.

My cheeks burn, the finger is motioning to me!

Slowly I raise my eyes up.  The loud friend is rummaging in her
purse but my pretty blue thong is staring right at me with a
strange look of triumph in her eyes.  With her fine eyebrows and
sharp nose she looks like a robin that has just caught a big
juicy worm.

She lets her gaze drop beneath my table and her smile widens.  I
blush.  If I can ogle her, it seems she has an equal chance to
get a look at me.  Why not?  I relax my legs and casually place
my hand back on my thigh, letting my fingers trace the long thick
bulge that her panties has called forth.

She is smiling now, licking her lips.  She turns back to her
friend, says a few words and get up.  The friend remains seated.
As she passes through the entranceway to the bathrooms she looks
back and arches her eyebrows.  I quickly get up, and it isn't
until I reach the back that I realize to anyone looking, my
erection must have been painfully obvious.

I pass through and glance around.  There is a men's and a women's
washroom, both doors closed.  Where would she be?  A sharp
whistle turns my head.  Over to the right is another small room,
not a washroom.  She leans on a small table pushed against the
wall.  With the same crooked finger she motions me in.

I pull the door shut behind me and go to her, taking her hand,
kissing it, smelling it.  The smell is there, musky and sweet.
She giggles when she realizes what I'm doing.  Pulling her hand
away, she hops up onto the table and removes the blue elastic
scrunchie from her hair, letting the black mane cascade over her
shoulder and face.  I reach out and push the hair from her face.
She is breathing heavily now, waiting.  She puts her feet on the
edge of the table, and her skirt slips up.  I grunt with
pleasure.  There is the blue thong.

As I lower myself to my knees she sighs and spreads her legs.  I
haven't seen wrong.  A little blue thong, with a tuft of black
pussy hair sticking out, greets me.  I lift my hand and trace the
little triangle with my index finger.  She arches her neck and
lets out a 'meow'.  I move my finger to the center of the
triangle, and she whimpers, shuffling her bottom slightly.  I
begin to slowly to do a circle and she moans and trembles.  She
is really ready to go!

I hook my fingers under the cords of the thong and she eagerly
raises her little ass off the tabletop.  I stand for a moment and
have her hold her legs up high into the air as I draw off her
thong.  Then, holding her legs high in the air, I take a long
deep breath of her damp panties and then tucked them most of the
way into my back pocket.  Perhaps she would protest my trophy
taking, but I slide my hand down the back of her legs so I can
tease the soft little curve of the back of her twat.  All she
says is "ah...ah...ah...."

I push her back into her original spread legged position and
kneel.  Her black little pussy is all glistening and enflamed.  I
rest my hand on it, surprised at its wetness.  When I squeeze
her, she moans like a peach, squirting into my hand.  Tasty.

I trail my finger down her, starting at her belly and then
slowly, as she wiggles, down, down over her pubic softness to the
top hood where I can sense the clit vibrating, and down along one
side of her swollen lips, down to the very bottom of her valley
and then slowly up the other side, giving her pussy lips extra
strokes, collecting the wetness on my finger.  Then a tiny little
swirl on her clit, making her cry out explosively and then up to
her belly button, which I slowly smear with her juices.  She
kicks her high heels into the air.

She almost screams when I start to tongue out her navel.  Her
hand goes to the back of my head, pushing, but I take my time,
savoring her taste on my tongue.  To comfort the poor girl I
begin to trace my fingers up and down her lips, oiling them with
her own juices.  That satisfies her for a moment.  Her lips seem
very large now.  They spread themselves eagerly under my touch.

I move down, kissing her belly, nuzzling the top of her pelt.
She's stroking my head now, like I'm a treasured pet.  Good boy,
good boy.  My nose finds the hood of her twat and I lightly push
at it.  Roughing it up, judging from her flopping around.  At the
same time, I slip my fingers deeper into her pussy and then out
again.  Deeper and then out.  She gives little grunts of
approval, her hands clutching the edge of the table.  I slip down
and place my tongue at the very bottom of her pussy.  I love the
feeling of a pussy all slick and hot under my tongue.

We're both very still for a moment.  Then I begin to lap her, all
the way up to the top, feeling the bump of her clit and then down
and up and down.  Each time I rise to her clit, her breathing
gets louder, as I go down she sighs.  My tonguing gets faster, my
strokes shorter and shorter, till all I'm doing is strumming her
swollen clit.  My fingers are back in her pussy.  First two
fingers, then three, then, pleasingly, four.  Her sighs are
getting higher and higher.  Until, when I think my tongue is
going to fall off, she freezes for a moment, and then begins
thrusting her pelvis into my face and my fingers and tongue are
awash in pussy juice.  I burrow right in, drinking up all the
sweet ambrosia that I can, slurping up and down her cunty lips,
right to the top, right to the very top where her clit clangs
like a bell and she gives a very indiscreet cry.

Her legs clasp around my head tightly, holding me still, her
hands moving my head just slightly as she gaspingly thrusts
against my lips once, twice, three times and then she releases me
and falls back against the wall.  Her legs sprawl open.  Her
pussy is a damp mess, like a freshly washed kitten.

I get up, breathing heavy, and wipe my face.  Standing over her,
my cock burns in my jeans.  She opens her eyes and smiles at me
weakly.  Slowly she pushes herself up, slips off the table and
hugs me, her belly pushing against my erection.  She grins and
crooks her finger yet again.  Following her directions, I get up
on the table.  She stands between my legs, slowly running her
hands over my jeans and up my thighs.  Then she holds up a
finger, indicating I should wait a moment.  She slips out of the
room.

Before I can even wonder if she's coming back -- she is back,
leaving the door ajar.  She walks woozily to me and hops up onto
the table beside me.  I take her in my arms and kiss her deeply,
letting her taste herself on my lips.  Her tongue darts in and
out of my mouth and she softly bites my lips.  She giggles and
pulls away.

I realize she's looking at the door.  Her loud friend, still in a
tube top and skin tight blue jeans, is giving us a big tooth
grin.  She steps into the room and shuts the door.  Before I can
say anything she starts.

"Oh, no you don't, stud muffin!"  She reaches behind herself and
unzips her tube top.  "Katie has her fun, now it's my turn."  She
drops the top to the floor and gives her knockers, which are
surprisingly firm, a jiggle.  "I can wash these, but man-juice
stains spandex!"

I turn to Katie to ask what the hell is going on, but all her
attention is on my belt.  The loud friend gets on her knees in
front of me.

"Katie don't like taking a man that way, understand?  But she
sure likes having her peach eaten."  One of Katie's hands is
under my shirt, toying with a nipple, the other is slowly popping
the buttons on my jeans.

"That's why me and Katie make such a good team," says Katie's
friend.  Katie moans in agreement beside me.  "Yeah, I spot men
in the cafeteria mirror and Katie gives 'em a show.  I get to
watch 'em -- Watched you get bigger and bigger till I though
you'd blow those jeans.  Candy likes a man with something to show
in his jeans."

Candy pauses to slowly rub her head across my crotch.  Katie
tweaks my nipples, and then she pulls my poor constricted dick
free from its captivity, so it lolls out, expanding and
expanding, growing straighter, harder.

"Anyway," continued Candy.   "Katie leads you, sniffing like a
hound, into the back and has some pussy lashing good fun.  Then
she comes and gets me and I -- Umph!! Ummm, ummm, ummm,
mmm....mmm...mmm..."

Katie shoves my raging cock, its head covered with pre-cum, into
Candy's big mouth.  I groaned as Candy completely engulfs me, her
large slips smushing around me, her large tongue entwining around
me.

Maybe under normal circumstances I'd have qualms about letting
such a skank suck my dick, but as Candy goes to work any doubts
lingering far back in my brain disappear.  She is fantastic!  She
begins to pump her head rapidly up and down me like a piston,
like a cock sucking machine.  Her hand jerks my balls, just
roughly enough.

"Candy talks too much," says Katie, as she pulls off my shirt and
sucks on each of my nipples in turn.

I look down at Katie sucking hard on my nipples and then down
further at big mouthed, topless Candy, slurping away violently at
my throbbing dick, her knockers bouncing on my knees.

"As long...as...we know...how to shut her up!!"  I gasp, and then
cum so hard I feel like a geyser, so hard that even cock sucking
Candy chokes a little before continuing her relentless rhythm,
only one pulse splashes over her face.  Katie reaches down and
pumps me into Candy's mouth, her eyes wide as Candy whisks up and
down me, smacking her lips, moaning.

Spent, I lean back against the wall and look up at them standing
over me.  Candy has her arm around Katie, her large boobs pressed
against Katie's small curves.  Candy draws Katie to her and they
share a long lingering kiss.  As they pull apart a gooey thread
of my cum dangles between their lips until Katie sucks it up.

"No bad," Katie says, licking her fingers.

"It's the best I've tasted," says Candy.  "Maybe we should have
seconds!"

We all have seconds, and Katie learns the proper etiquette for
cock sucking from me and Candy.  Candy and I make sure she learns
it perfectly.

-fin-


I had lots of fun with tense in this story.  For some reason I kept changing 
it.  If you're detail obsessed and noticed a couple mistakes that 
sloppy-old-me missed, let me know!

I'd also love to here what you thought of the story in general.  So give me 
an email at tom9211@hotmail.com.

For erotic fun & cartoons try...
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/thumper/wwwheaven/


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